I always love seeing planes flying up in the sky.
Knowing that everyone in there has a destination. They
have some place to head to. And there is someone in
some corner of the world waiting for them.
To embrace them into their arms. To feel the warmth of their kiss.
I love seeing people rushing at the airport. Everyone
has a flight to catch. Some are heading back to a place
they call home. Some are heading to a whole new place
filled with strangers. When it comes to me, I prefer the latter.
To be able to go to a place of strangers, to a new city with
fresh new faces with new unfamiliar smell. I crave for that.
Getting out of here, be on a plane heading somewhere
towards the southwest.
